There was a pull,
familiar, electric—
a whisper from an old version of me
who once mistook attention for affection,
and longing for love.
The offer was tempting,
wrapped in nostalgia and heat,
but my soul paused—
not out of fear,
but out of knowing.
I could have said yes.
I could have gone back.
But I didn’t.
I chose the quiet power of no.
I chose honesty over thrill,
peace over chaos,
self-respect over short-lived sparks.
And in that moment,
I met the version of me
I’ve been trying to become—
the one who listens,
the one who honors her truth,
the one who loves herself enough
to walk away.
It stung for a second.
Then it bloomed—
a lightness in my chest,
a quiet kind of pride.
No fireworks.
Just freedom.
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